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About Bologna

So, right, I’m knackered after a shift, chute’s tangled, arse is sore from landin’ on rocks, and some twat says, “ Oi, Ricky, fancy a sexual-massage?” I’m like, “What, you takin’ the piss? I’d rather wrestle a forest fire blindfolded!” But—hear me out—it’s not all bollocks. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, them posh Victorian docs used “massage” to sort out “hysteria” in women? Yeah, mate, vibrators came from that—fuckin’ wild, innit? True story, google it, I ain’t lyin’!

Fast Facts About Ortona

Nowadays Ortona’s main claim to fame is as a gateway to the celebrated Costa dei Trabocchi. Not far from the port are bike hire shops for the unequipped, for this is where most cyclists .

Finally, I get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to the beach, you know, the one by the Castello Aragonese. The view is insane! The waves crashing, the sun glistening off the water. I’m thinking, “Life is good.” But then, BAM! A seagull swoops down and steals my croissant! Like, seriously? I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast, and this feathered thief decides I’m his personal buffet. I’m yelling, “Hey! That’s mine!” But he’s already flying away, looking all smug. Ugh!

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